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Sep 2021
I could try to explain it until I’m blue in face and yet you won’t know until you know. Grief is never something you just grow out of, you adapt, change, move yourself in circles around it. It comes with you, often times watching from afar. Suddenly it’s on your shoulder, whispering in your ear about all the mistakes you made when they were here, all the things you’ll never get to show them, moments you’ll never share. You can grieve until your eyes burn and your ears bleed… you’ll still never get rid of it.
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dust  F/Minnesota
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